She pulled the inner robe of the coupe up and tucked it firmly around Daisy's thin knees.
"You look half frozen," said Alice.
"I don't mind being frozen, but I do mind being scared," replied Daisy sharply.

She removed the robe with a twitch.
"If that old horse stumbles and goes down and kicks, I want to be able to get out without being all tangled up in a robe and dragged," said she.
"While the horse is kicking and down I don't see how he can drag you very far," said Alice with a slight laugh.

Then the horse stumbled.
Daisy Shaw knocked quickly on the front window with her little, nervous hand in its tight, white kid glove.
"Do please hold your reins tighter," she called.

Again the misty blue eyes rolled about, the head nodded, the rotary jaws were seen, the robe dragged, the reins lay loosely.
"That wasn't a stumble worth mentioning," said Alice Mendon.
"I wish he would stop chewing and drive," said poor Daisy Shaw vehemently.

"I wish we had a liveryman as good as that Dougherty in Axminister.